I am a friend of death for a lengthy time now
A sun rising with a sense of right and wrong
Triumphing with a diabolic nature
Emotionless with sins
“I swaged” with a cruelty to be forced
Than I would slip away after the coarse
Behavioral patterns a demon can only breathe life too
With a stoned stare
@ The party
In the middle of a ongoing street war
The dog burying his bone
In the 3 holes of whore
Near the nigh of day
When the speed of life slows down just for a fuck
An hour--all night-- all day
Even more, however long I’d indulge
Till I wake up
Rushing for my clothes on the floor
Every time
Failing to recognize the dangers of unprotected sex
In the bed of the harlot
I’m avoiding warrants for my arrest
Catching a snooze
Than I am gone after my nut is satisfied and through
I too, have a day full of dealings to do
The street life
Rewards like blowjobs from dirty mouths
And were it is more hazardous toward south
Call me scandalous
I live to like it everyday
Why should I feel for those who die for it?
I don’t feel any remorse if you ask me
I stand for criminals in a poverty line struggle
I don’t pray, that’s what the needy do (just proud)
I could only say “God”
And pause
And repeat
While searching for something to say
While I’m climaxing the fuck out
Fucking some promiscuous slut
I say God enough times my prayer will be done
I know that every time I hear “God”
It reminds me of how soon I will be gone
I consciously know it
But I chose to live through it instead of waiting
I found peace in those thoughts of stepping into death
Acknowledging eternity
I dreamed of it
Like I’m lusting for that girl with those full soft warm lips
If hell is so notorious
Let it be among my guns and knives
My knuckle busters and blades
I’ll make way through relentless
And rip pages out the bible to roll some herb
While sitting on remand
Holy shit
The Holy Spirit couldn’t even stop that
And Mary can keep saying she’s a virgin that lying bitch
Her boy hasn’t come back now has he?
When I die I become justice provided to those who lost a loved one
To these unforgiving hands
I do not truly know if I killed more than one rival doing strikes
But the cats I come in reach of get spooked like I’m about to cause harm
Sometimes my dreams won’t let me sleep again
Even on occasion I want to murder one more person
(Guess who)
I have seen someone take a hundred stabs before his soul slipped out from his limp body
I also know that death can come in one precise stab
A lot of others can get shot and still live
When I shoot, I know where to hit
I believed in myself when I said I would not be caught alive
I lived foolishly
Now I walk alone (parting from my past in motion)
Look at me again despite the past footprints in the sand
A young man
A student in front of a computer
Deeply mesmerized by poetry
Maybe a local romantic Prankster
But at least gentle
Instead of violent endings that reincarnate for retaliation
Of a never ending story
Trust me
I know
Results are 99% prison and death
Spellbound through pride and drugs
Or maybe it was learning to love myself
So I could love another
That made me that 1% sure
Everything is going to be all right from now on
{Dedicated to the women who dwells in my soul, and heart. The one I wish I could be with now. I am missing you’re presence the moment you’re gone.}
My Respect is full as my love, as Always.
Reason for writing:
If you’re eyes come to the bottom of this, just know that my love is not at its bottom. My love for you never had a bottom to fall against. Tiana has been my inspiration behind writting, even myself. Just been wanting to change. I somehow wish to belive a gang banger could treat you way better. I want you to know I'm willing to see to it! Somehow someway. I hope to prove it.
Birth sign: Aries
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